Winslow’s Farm

So, you know this place I was telling you about? Well, it belongs to a very nice woman who employs very nice people in her store/restaurant, and those nice people invited us to join them on their Annual Winslow’s Farm “Day in the Country” potluck last Sunday! I think we were invited mainly because of Milo’s outgoing nature… he kind of became the mascot of the place, aided by his always wearing a costume like Thor or Captain Hook, or an old man with a mustache, or his goat hat… plus wings… plus bumblebee rain boots… you get the picture.

So thanks, Milo, for making us some friends.

Oh, and we all hopped into our friend Ingrid’s van (woo-hoo, minivan!) and headed to the country together, quiche and glazed pumpkin cookies and two screaming babies (well, only at first) in tow. The weather was blissfully warm yet still autumn-y. And once we arrived…

Miss Sassy and Mr. Grumpy

… two eager buddies lead the way to the lake, the food, and the fun.

And of course, the caramel apples.

Autumn light

A little bit of luck

We really only knew a handful of people there, but no matter. There were kids, there was food, a little fire, two big pots of chili (one veggie, one meat-y), even two rowboats to explore the lake (though we watched from the pier). And since we passed on the boat ride, Milo and Eliza invented a new use for the boat: slide.

And Oliver, not to be left behind, was right there with the rest of ’em.

Saying good-bye to our favorite egg-producers.

Thank you, Henny Penny!

And thank you weather, and thank you, Winslow’s Home peeps. We had a blast.